Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 03:31:15 +0000
From: Joey Tailor <joeytailor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Clown

Sat back in my chair, reading stories on Nifty, I found myself reminising
of old times. A story posted a few days before this one loads on my screen.
A man's recollection of his days as a clown.

I too was a clown many years ago in my 20's. No birthday parties; not even
in a circus. No sir, my days spent as a clown were back when I was part of
a travelling carnival. You are right, most carnivals dont have clowns. We
didnt have one for the longest time either. Reason we started, well;
management said it, and I was volunteered.

See, we had a string of thefts when we were in the south. Management said
only way to find out who is to have someone watching. Someone that would be
obvious. The ladies made me up and sewed a clown outfit for me.

The thefts stopped when we moved towns. So we all figured it was just a
group of teens. But Management insisted we carry on with the clown
routine. It was good for security and the kids loved it. I grew to like it
too.

The the guy in the other story said. The older boys just loved to hang
around a daft old clown. Mostly the boys 10-12 that didnt have the light
bulb screwed in so tight. I had me a few of them.

I can tell you a few stories about them, and that just what I plan to do
now.

We were deep in the south of Texas, mind you this was back in the 70's. It
was the second night we had been set up. Firdt night was busy, like half
the town had shown up. Second night was not as hectik, but we still had
quite a crowd. A group of about ten kids swarmed me. Taunting me for tricks
and shit. Pushing and agragavting me like no tomorow. One boy 'bout 12
asked me my name; now I wernt no mine or nuthin. But generally I didnt talk
much. Even if I wasnt in a clown outfit, I still didnt talk much. Still
dont if truth be said.

The same kids told me his name, then went round the group making
introductions. Just like we was meeting all formal like. One boy was missed
out; A dead cute 9 year old. So I pointed to the boy, palm up. Then looked
back to the talkative boy giving him a "and..." look.

"That's Josh, he dont talk much, kinda forget hes there sometimes." The
kids mingled and messed around for a couple more minutes before getting
bored and moving on. All but Josh that is. He looked up at me, took my hand
and planted himself by my side.

More kids and parents came to see the clown. Photos snapped, hugs and
handshakes exchanged. I was starting to toast after almost two hours in
that clown suit. Giving the universal hand-to-mouth, are you hungry sign,
Josh and I agreed we were both hungry. We grabbed a couple free burgers and
sodas from one of the food vendors and slipped out back of the
generator. Not the quietest place, but no-one every bothered to head that
way unless there was a power problem.

We climbed up inside to tool storage room at the front of the genny. Not
much noise concidering the deisel motor running 2 feet away. First thing I
always did when I got in there was strip off that heavey old clown suit. I
sat crosed legged on the floor, wearing an old pair of undershort. Kinda
like what the boys today have in boxers.

Josh suprised me when he did the same. He stripped off his clothes and sat
in his clean white lse fitting briefs.What I sight that was. Something
looked different with him now. I pointed to him the held up 9
fingers. Asking if thats how old he was. He shook his head no, with one
hand he flashed 5 fingers, then another 5 and finally 1 more. 11, wow, this
was a small 11 year old, almost named in front of me.

I pointed to his crotch, then pulled two fingers away to say I thought he
has a big pecker. With smiles and a nods we agreed. Then he giggled and
pointed to my crotch. Holly shit, I had a bone sticking out. Honest to
christ I had no idea it was alive like that. Josh pulled the fron of his
undies down to show his own member in the same state. My lord he looked
pretty. I couldnt keep my eyes off the boy.

We ate and looked at each others bones. Sipped our sodas and generally said
nothing at all. When Josh finished up, he motioned to me that he wanted to
try on the clown outfit. I agreed with out hesitation.The boy climbed in,
wiggled and twited his way inside. Course the thing was miles to big for
him, but he sure semed to be having fun trying it on. Aftrer a fasion he
started to take it off.

He was stark naked when he came out of the outfit. Not a stitch on his
pretty little body. Above my head and just to the side was the peg that I
used to hang the clown suit on. Josh stood naked and reached up to hang
it. Even after he hung it up, the boy stood there admireing it. All the
colors and fabrics, he ean his fingers in and out.

I couldnt resist the temptaion and purpose invite any longer. Leaning foard
I sucked on his 11 year old pecker. Good God, that thing was the most
delicious piece of meat I had tasted. Josh took me by the head and faced
fucked me like no tomorrow. For an exremly short boy he sure let go a good
load of clear tastey boy goop.

We stayed in the back of the genny trailer for a litle longer. Cuddled and
caressed each other. Then parted ways for ever. Just like more than a
hundred other boys after him.